Magnificently Different
Standing there before the tallest
of mirrors like that,
Casually cupping her swollen belly
and proud ..
Those firm, yet gentle strokes of
hers ..
Served as some protective shield
Perhaps ..
Much the way he sometimes held
his bowl backed mandolin ..
He then smiled and mouthed her
name ..
And dreamed of loving her again
But next time magnificently different ..
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Memories, full of the pregnancy of 'if onlys'
Were would we be without either of em eh' mate .. Cheers n all good things DA 🙂
Another brilliantly layered poem Nev.
you can beat a drum and an egg maybe .. (oops sorry) but ya just can't beat a bit of layering can ya
cheers chuck 🙂
The scene shows results of first-time involvement with mirrored clarity yet only dreams now remain in memory's coffers. Sweet intrigue as always but still very telling...............x
as always, you seem able to see write through this old scribe dear lady .. many thank q's my friend ..
🙂 x
Frustrating, Neville......my pedestrian mind wants to know what happened next.... That because the initial piece was very vivid and engaged my curiosity...never having been in that position myself.
Nothing happened next .. sorry, I ran out of ink .. but thanks anyway 🙂
'and ain't that: the Dream
we're all striving to achieve...
if only, we could fast-track
our evolutionary self-growth, in time
for us to possess something, better
to offer: when that 'next time'
comes around, in that blink
of an enticingly mesmeric, wink...'
(another subtly woven write
tugging at those tether's, we buried deep
just so that we can survive
each elongated sigh of regretted, breath)
Brilliant, such an immersive read!
and as always, I thank you
for continuously inspiring
my little scribbled replies, dear poet
I dont know what I would do without those little scribbled replies of yours my friend .. please do keep em coming .. 🙂
Delightfully Wicked, Neville.
Thanking you kindly JR .. very much and always appreciated my friend 🙂
the trouble of being a late arrival is that all ones thoughts have already been expressed and thus shy away from repeating, so -
‘magnificently poemed’ is all that’s left.
that'll do nicely my friend .. thank you 🙂
Such a very long time ago but I remember them so well.
Andy
Good on ya Goldie ........................... and bless you for swooping low and taking a gander 🙂
Stopped and fell into this trove of memories, though without the mandolin. I must say I loved the metaphor, though. And as always a dream come true. - Phil A.
am glad you got it Phil and much appreciate your comment ... thank you sir and truly 🙂
Wow, you must have a magnificent pen.
I have an old blue Parker, two matching green Waterman's and an assortment of biro's and bits .. Bless ya BIG TIME M & M 🙂
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